I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

When Nan Yirong received the news, he calmly replied: 【Yes. 】

【It's hard for you to hide it from me! 】

[I said you are so proud, it turns out that your father is Nan Rongchang, I'll go]

【...】

Zhao Bowen was probably overly shocked, and sent a big tweet, which quickly filled the entire screen.

At first, Nan Yirong read it word by word, but later got bored, turned off the phone and turned it to silent, put down the phone and leaned his head on the car mat.

Zhang Youcheng glanced at him through the rearview mirror, and joked, "What's wrong, young master, are you tired from socializing?"

He has been Nan Rongchang's assistant for a long time, it can be said that he grew up with Nan Yirong.

His knowledge of Nan Yirong has always been that of an ignorant gangster, but he never expected to come into contact with Nan Yirong during this period of time, and he found that this kid has changed, and he has matured beyond his expectations.

"No."

Nan Yirong denied it, raised his head, thought of something, and asked, "Is there any product or project in the group that you want to cooperate with celebrities to promote?"

Zhang Youcheng raised his eyebrows: "What? You want to use power for personal gain?"

Nan Yirong ignored his ridicule and continued: "If there is a suitable product, I recommend you to consider Zhao Bowen."

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Youcheng's eyes, and he said with a smile, "Okay, if it's appropriate, I'll mention it to Mr. Nan."

Nan Yirong nodded.

After the National Day, time speeds up like flying, and the students in the third year of Dongcheng High School have also entered into rounds of intense review of special topics.

Every student is brushing the questions with eyes open and eyes closed, and the atmosphere in the class gradually becomes quieter. Everyone is racing against time to check for omissions and make up for vacancies, and Nan Yirong is no exception.

His foundation is not as good as that of other students at work, all relying on Ran Yuanxing to lead him, he followed Ran Yuanxing step by step, and achieved certain results in a short period of time, but now his main energy is still on the upcoming art exam .

Every night during self-study, he would go to the dance classroom alone, stretching his lines in front of the mirror and practicing his lines.And Ran Yuanxing would sneak over after finishing his homework, sit in a corner by the side and watch him with a smile, occasionally leaning over to make trouble when he lowered his waist, bowing his head close to him and kissing him.

Nan Yirong raised his head to respond while maintaining the posture of a straight horse. His basic skills were solid, and his body was as young as a teenager, soft to an astonishing degree.Ran Yuanxing couldn't do it anymore, he would loosen his mouth after kissing his waist for a while.

At this time, Nan Yirong's eyes will quietly fall on his waist, and then move back silently.

Obviously he didn't speak but seemed to have said a thousand words, Ran Xueba was secretly angry, and showed a fierceness that he didn't even study, and practiced sit-ups every day after returning to the dormitory.

In this way, after half a month, Ran Yuanxing's waist strength became better and better, and he regained control of kissing. He almost misfired several times and was out of control.

It wasn't until Nan Yirong ordered Ran Yuanxing not to approach him while he was practicing that the situation improved.

Fast forward to mid-December, Nan Yirong took the materials he had prepared, and accompanied by Gu Sijuan, went to Shanghai to take the joint art exam.

Nan Yirong was not surprised that Gu Sijuan would accompany her to Shanghai. The Nan couple always said what they said and did what they did, but they still didn't want their son to suffer. This can be seen from the fact that Nan Rongchang asked Zhang Youcheng to pick him up.

On the day of the exam, Gu Sijuan sent him all the way to the entrance of the exam room before reluctantly going back.

Nan Yirong arrived at examination room No. 9 according to the information on the examination admission ticket.

The layout of the No. 9 examination room is similar to that of the Dongcheng dance room, the only difference is that there are a few more rows of seats in the back row, and there is a stand with the teacher's name on the table.

When he entered the examination room, several teachers hadn't come yet, but many students came.

The students who took the art test were different from other students when they went there. The boys and girls present were generally a bit higher than ordinary people, their body proportions were also good, and most of them had small and three-dimensional faces.

Because of the exam requirements, everyone is without makeup, but there are also differences between plain makeup.

As soon as Nan Yirong entered, he saw the boy surrounded by the crowd:

Mi, half a head taller than most boys, his facial features are ordinary, but they are pleasing to the eye when combined, and his dressing style is bold and cool.

After Nan Yirong sized this person up, he turned to look at a girl who was also surrounded by many people: This girl's appearance was also quite prominent among the crowd. She was wearing a small white dress and flat shoes, The simple dress contrasted with a refined sense of innocence.

Most of the people around her were boys, laughing and rushing to praise her for being good-looking, but the girls responded indifferently, as if they were used to such pursuit.

Nan Yirong probably went through these people once, and having figured it out, he lowered his eyes and stepped aside.

As soon as he stood still, a tall and thin boy approached him. His eyes were considered small among this group of art candidates, but he had a good face in general, and he could be called a handsome guy with small eyes outside.

His attitude towards Nan Yirong was good, he greeted him with a smile, but his voice was deliberately lowered, "Dude, you are quite handsome, have you ever acted in a play?"

Nan Yirong glanced at him, but didn't answer.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Wu Hao." The boy smiled, stretched out his hand, and said sincerely, "Can I get to know you?"

"Nan Yirong, hello."

Nan Yirong stretched out his hand, there was no unnecessary expression on his face, he didn't like socializing, and he had spent a long time in the entertainment industry in his previous life, so he didn't like people who came to chat actively.

Seeing his cold face, Wu Hao didn't care, and still said politely: "The question just now, I didn't mean anything else, just to find out with you, isn't there a multiplayer sketch soon, if we take a piece , it’s good to take care of each other.”

He said and motioned Nan Yirong to look at the center of the crowd, "Look why so many people surround those two people, just wanting them to take care of them. That boy's name is Li Ran. It's enough here, she's a male god childhood professional, the girl's name is Liu Yixin, she's a bit more powerful, she acted as the female number four in a recent drama called "The Legend of Dust", have you watched it? "

"No." Nan Yirong shook his head. As a future person in the 29th century, he is more interested in the science fiction film and television dramas here. He usually doesn't pay much attention to such gods and gods.

"No?"

Wu Hao was surprised, "Don't you know that domestic entertainment's Xianxia dramas are the most popular? Many newcomers and actors may not be interested in other dramas, but they love Xianxia dramas very much. If this drama is a big IP, They are willing to post, just ask for a familiarity."

This is called taking a shortcut.

This kind of phenomenon is also frequent in the 29th century. Many actors don't polish their acting skills and scripts, but just want to use the popularity of the so-called big IP to make themselves famous.

Nan Yirong doesn't dislike the human nature of liking leisure and loathing work, but it can't be said that he likes it either.

To Wu Hao's words, he did not give a clear attitude and said "um".

Seeing him like this, Wu Hao shook his head with a smile, and continued: "Then let me introduce myself first. I can't compare to those two, but I have also played supporting roles in some small productions of online dramas. You can search for Wu Hao on the Internet. You can see these two words. I'm done, how about you?"

"I have nothing to say. I just filmed a play, and the play is still being edited in the later stage, and I don't know if it will be broadcast."

When Wu Hao heard this, he was a little puzzled and said, "What kind of drama are you filming, why do you have to worry about whether it can be broadcast?"

"Criminal investigation."

"Hey, that's unstable." Wu Hao looked at Nan Yirong in surprise, "Newcomer actors usually play ancient puppet and fairy hero, why did you directly play criminal investigation?"

As he spoke, he knocked on his hands and said firmly, "Then your acting skills must be very good."

After his words fell, there was a commotion nearby, and the examiner entered the arena.

The students who were still talking quietly quieted down immediately.

When the teacher was seated, all eyes were on them.

The teacher sitting in the middle seat didn't talk nonsense, and directly took the microphone to announce the start of the exam. The students began to step forward in order of the admission ticket number, performing the first three talents: body, lines and vocal music.

These three talents are relatively easy for most of the candidates present. Everyone is well prepared, and the teacher on the scene has a relaxed expression.

It went well, and soon it was time for the show.

When it came to this part, many students showed nervous expressions. The last item was a random proposition in the examination room, which was not prepared in advance, and they had to cooperate with others, so they inevitably had no idea.

But no matter how nervous you are, the exam is still going on normally.

Under the call of the teacher, everyone drew their numbers, and Nan Yirong got the first group. The test question was: what happened in a corner of the park.

This luck is not generally good.

Nan Yirong closed the note, and heard everyone in the examination room become active, dusting off the note and calling for their companions.

The person greeting the group was Li Ran. He looked around and shouted loudly. Members of the group in the crowd began to gather towards him, and Nan Yirong also followed.

Apart from Li Ran and him, there were three other people in one group, one Liu Yixin, one Wu Hao, and a shy girl named Jiao Yan.

He just said that they might be in a group, but they really did. Seeing him leaning over, Wu Hao smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

After the five people greeted each other, Li Ran glanced at them, paused on Liu Yixin for a few more seconds, and said, "Among the five of us, Liu Yixin and I have more experience in filming, so the two of us will discuss how to act in this scene. You don't need to intervene, just wait and listen to the arrangement when the time comes, okay?"

His tone of voice was very rude, with a self-righteous domineering, and he clearly disliked Nan Yirong's three oil bottles.

Nan Yirong was expressionless. Looking at Wu Hao and Jiao Yan, their expressions were a little subtle. Liu Yixin stood aside with her arms folded and said nothing, but her expression should support Li Ran's thoughts.

"You don't agree?" Li Ran's eyes fell on the three of them, and he frowned incomprehension, "Do you have to add trouble?"